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Dan Dineen and George Davis were logging nearby when Egge arrived. He was employed in their camp for three years, then met with an accident. While working in the woods he was hit by a cable which injured his face and teeth so badly that he became a semi-invalid for the rest of his life.

The support of the family now fell on Karina Egge's shoulders. Her daughter, Ida Trough, says of her:

"She was a versatile woman, and met the emergency calmly. She had no fear of anything; 'Neither man nor beast nor darkness nor failure'. She was self-sufficient.

She kept dairy cows and pastured them on the tide flats. Sometimes they wandered into the woods. Then she would start out with a lantern to hunt for them, listening for their bells. It might be ten or eleven o'clock when she found them.

She had a beautiful high soprano voice, having sung in the church choir in Norway. We could hear her coming, singing in the night, probably to keep up her courage and ward off cougars.

She sold butter and milk. It a cow took sick, she stayed with it until it was better. If there was sickness in a family she was there to help. If a baby died, it was she who dressed it and buried it with a ceremony which she knew by heart.

To obtain cash for staples and clothing, Mother worked like a man. She cut wood, raised a lot of garden, sold vegetables and eggs. Then the Hansens, my grand-parents from Montesano, came and lived with us and helped what they could. Grandpa cut wood for the school.

In contrast to her rough work, Mother crocheted lace and sewed pretty dresses for us girls, all by hand. She also taught Sunday School in our home. Occasionally the minister we knew in Montesano would come up to the Landing and preach for us.

In season, wild blackberries were inexhaustible between us and the Ellingsons. We looked forward to summer when we picked them from morning until night, in five gallon oil cans. We made considerable money, too, at ten to fifteen cents a gallon. Now they bring about $5.00 a gallon.

The Indians also camped there and dried blackberries for winter use. They sometimes built a fire, if the day was cloudy, and put the berries on a cloth and let the smoke dry them. If the sun was shining it did the work. When they broke camp they had flour sacks full of dried berries."